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Thanks to what my sister had just revealed, and the thoughts of Saturday night now in my head, I blushed. I, Lily Bennett, a thirty-three-year-old woman, stood in front of a biker I wanted to have sex with, and freaking blushed. And he didn’t miss it. I knew this because heat flared in his eyes again as he watched me do it.
I threw up my hands. “You all need to leave. Now! I need a moment.”
Brynn reached for King’s arm and dragged him out of the room while informing him, “When Lily needs a moment, it’s best to give it to her. Trust me on that.”
Once the door was closed, and I was alone, I collapsed onto my bed and exhaled loudly. I felt all mixed up. Muddled. My life had turned messy, and the train I was on seemed to be hurtling so fast I couldn’t get off. The thing was, though, it had been this way for a long time, and I hadn’t felt so flustered with everything before. This was a new development, and I couldn’t tell what caused it.
I walked into my ensuite and splashed some water over my face. Staring at myself in the mirror, I mentally repeated some affirmations that usually calmed me.
I am fearless.
I am doing my best.
I am kickass.
Shit.
It was King.
He was the new development in my life.
It didn’t matter how many affirmations I repeated, they wouldn’t get rid of this nervous energy that seemed to be camped out in my tummy.
Why did I like him so much? I mean, the man was moody all the time. He was impatient. He yelled a little too much for my liking. He was demanding. So freaking demanding. He argued with me over stuff that really didn’t need arguing over. I mean, I specialised in helping people with headaches, so he should just let me help him with that. There were a lot of things not to like about him.
But damn, there were a lot of things I did like that I had no control over liking. Why did God insist on giving us no control over who we were attracted to? I blamed God for this either way. Because, quite freaking honestly, if I could choose, I’d choose not to want King. He was hard work, and that was the last thing I needed in my life.
The sound of my bedroom door opening and then clicking shut startled me. Bloody Brynn never did pay much attention when I told her to give me a mome—
King appeared in the doorway behind me.
I gripped the vanity harder and tried like hell to quiet the swarm of butterflies flapping in my stomach. It was a useless exercise, though, because they kept on flapping as he stood there watching me.
“I’m not finished having my moment,” I finally managed to get out.
He didn’t move, just continued watching me. “I heard you telling Skylar about your ex and the locks. I didn’t lie to your mother. She just didn’t listen to what I said. I can’t tell you what possessed her to allow two men she didn’t know into your house, but I’m not going to stand here and say I shouldn’t have done it. You needed locks. I could make that happen.”
“I’ll tell you what possessed her. You.” I turned to face him. “You are the bossiest, most controlling and demanding man I know. And you’re good-looking. My mother didn’t stand a chance.”
His nostrils flared as heat filled his eyes again. Closing the distance between us, he slid his hand around my waist and pulled me hard against him. “I fucking swore to myself I wouldn’t touch you again, but you’re hell on a man’s restraint.” He dropped his gaze to my neck as he brought his free hand up to grasp it. Circling his thumb over my throat, he said, “The taste of you is burned into my memory, and for the fucking life of me, I want more.”
Having him this close, our bodies pressed together, was too much for me. My mind, already a mess, burst into a thousand streams of thoughts. My skin pebbled with just as many feelings. But every last one of them disappeared the moment he slipped his hand into my pants to find my pussy. His eyes didn’t leave mine for a second. They took in the pleasure I experienced with each stroke of his finger.
The world fell away as King stripped every last thought from my mind.
“Fuck,” he growled when I bit my bottom lip and moaned. His strokes became rougher, and our bodies moved together as he reached deeper and worked me harder. The pain from his fingers digging into my neck barely registered.
I was floating.
Soaring.
So high.
And then, in a flurry of fingers and lips and tongues, I careened over the edge into more pleasure than I ever thought possible. It wasn’t until I came down from the high that I fully realised we were kissing. I’d processed that fact when he first claimed my lips, but I’d been completely lost in the moment that I kissed him without thought. With King, I didn’t think; I felt. And it felt so good that nothing could break that moment.
Needing more, I moved my hands to his face, clutching him like I was afraid he would disappear any moment. He seemed to like the way I held him because he growled again and deepened our kiss. His tongue dominated
mine as he consumed all my senses.
